Colours of me
It seems like it was just the other day
Only about 16 thousand attempts away
When the face that I was given
Met all my mom's colours strictly forbidden
I thought my creation would enthrall the mother of mine
Instead she scolded I'm misbehaving ahead of my time
If you're born to turn heads and make people stare
Don't challenge to colour omit, I would not dare!
Colours are the food, the essence of my soul
It allows me to never feel quite so old
So again I sit in front of my mirror
Creating a look with eyes to deliver
Colours I use to blur, cover and enhance
A harmony of hues ready for the dance
About the Creator
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